Chapter 16 Tati
Tati
The night’s events catapult toward me before I can get a handle on them. My emotions throat punch me, determined to thaw the ice around my heart.
Nope. We aren’t doing that.
Genuine fear assaults me. Feelings are for other people—the ones who are whole. Not me.
“Focus on me, little fox,” Brax orders. “I won’t have anything less than your undivided attention. I need you to be present when I brand this pussy with my name.”
I don’t know why his “knock you over the head with a club and throw you over his shoulder,” caveman-style has my pussy clenching. And it’s in the very moment he thrusts forward, completely seating himself inside me until our pubic bones kiss.
“Fuck,” I scream, but he doesn’t give me any time to adjust. Brax’s hips roll forward, his dick slightly curving upward as his shaft grazes my G-spot.
Gripping the back of my neck, Brax lifts my head as he leans back, giving me the perfect view of his cock pumping into me. “That’s my dirty fucking girl. Look how well your pussy takes me, little fox. It recognizes who it belongs to.”
Entranced, I lift my hips to match his pace, enjoying the sight of the way we fit. I’ll never admit that, though.
I don’t do commitments. I won’t get entangled with anyone romantically beyond fucking—pure, unadulterated fucking.
Once both parties are sated, I disappear without a trace.
It’s how I’ve protected my heart from ever feeling the broken emptiness that comes with the levels of betrayal the wolves in sheep’s clothing forced me to experience.
He’s different.
I mentally slap the part of me that thinks we need a deeper connection to Brax. The thought alone is terrifying. Couple that with his unabashed proclamations.
I refuse to allow it.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, thrust back into the present. Brax’s free hand is between my thighs, his fingers rubbing staccato concentric circles on my clit. “Please.” The wanton need drowns out all concerns about commitment and feelings as the possessive asshole currently fucking me rewires my brain.
All I see is him and me, irrevocably tied together.
The thought alone should make me want to throw up a little in my mouth.
Instead, my nails dig into his forearms, a branding of my own kind—a marking that signals “he has someone he fucks and fucks well.” So, heed the warning, lest you become the next face on a missing persons poster.
“Ohh, god… fuuuckk,” I groan, shamelessly as his pace picks up, both of us sensing what’s coming, and I clench around him at the idea that we’d be that synced.
“Eyes on me,” he growls.
At first, I refuse, knowing the connection it would bridge—the liar it would make. But his fingers abruptly stop, and I whimper at the loss.
“You’re so beautifully stubborn, Talia,” Brax murmurs.
My lips part, ready to lob back a smartass retort, but fingers, coated in the evidence that he’s more than a fuck are shoved into my mouth. “Taste how well we fit together.” He swirls his fingers, and the salty sweetness dances across my taste buds.
He doesn’t have to command it. My lips wrap around his digits and suck.
“Jesus, Talia,” he grunts, his smooth thrust jerking as I ride him. “Suck,” is all he manages to get out before he yanks his fingers from my mouth.
Smirking, I meet his eyes in challenge. “We taste delectable,” I tease, gliding my tongue across my lips. Then, I roll my hips back, lifting myself until only the crown of his dick remains. My grin grows as I clench and unclench before slamming down.
A strained moan is my reward, and I eat up the win.
Not finished, I lift again, this time grinding up and down, my ass bouncing against his muscular thighs before his grip tightens around my throat and he yanks me forward, his mouth by my ear—his breath caressing the spot behind my ear, before he whispers, “I want you to take this dick, like the dirty girl I know you are, Talia. Claim me as much as I claimed you.” and I shiver.
I want to protest the accusations, but it’d be a lie. Instead, I increase my pace, my walls spasming around him.
“Shit… fuck… motherfucker…” The expletives rapidly fire from his mouth, and I know he’s on the cusp of coming. I can feel him lengthen inside me.
Giddiness leaks from every inch of my body. Smug satisfaction paints my face as I internally cheer at having the upper hand.
Brax must sense it, because in the next moment, his arms curl under mine until his hands are on my shoulders.
It’s my turn to scream out in ecstasy as he holds me in place, his hips bucking up, making me take every single inch of his dick.
A tingle travels down my spine, my pussy welcoming the roughness of his strokes. He’s so deep, it feels like he’s in my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I breathily order.
“Whatever you want, little fox. What. Ever. You. Want.” Brax punctuates every word with a thrust of his dick with soul-altering fervor.
Lowering my head, I find the crook of his neck just as Brax hits the sweetest spot and does it again and again.
My spine stiffens, my nipples tighten, and my pussy cheers, like the whore we are, and I bite down, tasting his blood as I pierce his skin. I careen off a cliff, willingly free-falling, knowing a seismic shift has occurred. But the buzz is too new for me to register what it means.
Brax roars his release, shooting jets of his cum inside me.
“I need more of you,” he mutters, pulling out of me and hoisting me up in the air until my pussy is in his face.
My legs tighten, my thighs squeezing around his neck. By the time my mind catches up to what’s happening, I feel his breath, moments before I feel his tongue flick my sensitive clit.
Brax eats my pussy from top to bottom, sucking our cum into his mouth. Once everything shifts into focus, my fingers grip his hair.
“You’re gonna eat this pussy until I say stop,” I command.
The challenge must spur him on, because I’m catapulting into another orgasm while he sucks my clit.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out, pushing his face deeper. It’s as if I want to absorb him into my skin. “Shit… shit… shit,” I squeal, my thighs shaking as I tip over the edge.
I’m heaving when Brax sets me down, steadying me when my legs threaten to buckle.
Bleary eyes work to focus as Brax slowly comes into focus.
His mouth glistens with the evidence that we’ve both been thoroughly fucked.
And for the first time, I feel sated. There’s no lingering edge of need.
Every part of me wants to break out in joy, singing his praises like a damn church choir on a Sunday in the South.
The euphoria vanishes instantly, quickly replaced by indignation. Without another word, I snatch up my clothes, rushing to put them back on.
I’m more nervous about what’s happening to me in this moment than I have been since I was that scared little girl. But just like then, I’m running. While this time it’s more figuratively, it’s a sprint regardless.
“Marry me.”
I momentarily freeze.
You just need to get out of here, and then it’ll all be a fever dream.
“I know you can hear me, Talia.” The way Brax says my name sounds the alarm, my internal warning system is freaking the fuck out. His gentleness—a weapon he can wield to hurt me.
They always hurt you in the end.
Refusing to be ignored, he repeats, “Marry me.” There’s so much earnest in his velvety tone.
Run… run… run.
The blaring signal emits flares and activates the international warning system. I need to disappear, and I need to do it now.
I feel his looming form standing before me. It’s blocking the last of the moon-lit night. And like it, I need to be gone before dawn.
Squatting, he states, “This.” He points back and forth between us. “We are happening—have already happened. It’s inevitable. So, let’s skip the bullshit courting and get to the marriage.”
“I think you’ve lost the plot?” I argue, tying boots before standing and zipping up my tactical suit. “What makes you think this would be anything other than sexual?”
Rising to his feet, Brax doesn’t blink at the words that were meant to land me in the cold brush off column.“You bit me until you drew blood,” he retorts, pointing to the glaringly obvious claim.
Not one to give up the good fight, I reply, “This isn’t a goddamn omegaverse or shifter romance. That’s not a mate mark.” My argument is weak at best from the very start, but it didn’t stop me from using it.
His grin doesn’t leave his face. “I don’t think you understand, little fox.” He wraps his muscled arm around my waist, tugging me until my body presses against his. Then his hand grasps my throat, exposing my neck. Brax lowers his face until his mouth is by my right ear.
I shiver when his breath kisses my neck without touching me, as his grip around my throat tightens. It’s the perfect pressure and my traitorous pussy.
“This was me informing you,” Brax whispers, and I whimper. “You’re mine, Talia.” Then he releases me, backing away, turning around, and walking away without a glance backwards as my legs give out.
“Stupid, fucking controlling asshole,” I grumble, waiting for when I’m sure my legs work, and I don’t have to walk around like a fawn.
Once I’m sure, I stand and pick up my duffle and my pride before I watch his sexy ass disappear into the forest.
Throwing up my middle finger, I flip him off. “Hell will freeze over before I’d ever say ‘yes’ to that gorgeous, dick-laying prick.”
My eyes land on Mikah’s headless form slumped to the ground, and a swirl of emotions threatens to swallow me. Everything was false, from start to finish. The Mikah I knew never existed. He played a character to seem sane when he’s the antithesis of it.
His words replay.“Promise me. I did what they said to keep her safe—you have to promise me.”
This time, the quiver isn’t lustful—it’s ominous.
Who the fuck is they?